Tiny Carthage

Long, lonely hours
and the candleís burning low
like a tiny Carthage dying in my heart.

Shield clove in two
I search the blazing ruins
and the silence deafens like
the beating of a hundred thousand
drummers of the enemy around me.

But itíll only last a while
Iím coming home again
Oh yeah I think that I can smile
Iím coming home again

Now when I think
what I used to have with you
how I loved you so but didnít have the time
Well now, here am I
five thousand miles away
and Iím looking out to sea
but the crashing of the breakers
is silenced by the falling of the evening

But itíll only last a while
Iím coming home again
Oh yeah I think that I can smile
Iím coming home again

© 2008 Kona Lowell

 

West

Leather cowboys in red Ferraris
purple sagebrush on womenís faces
oil as dear as the blood of cattle
the creeping death of the open spaces

Canyons echo with ghostly warfare
the desert angel who brings you water
wings that circle in endless hunger
the sudden snake and the she-wolfís daughter

But Iím not a gambler playing close to the vest
Iím just a dreamer lost in the true west
But Iím not a gambler playing close to the vest
Iím just a dreamer lost in the true western sunsets
mythic warriors silver towers
guard our cities of gold

Noble chiefs wearing pastel blankets
in cartoon visions of native culture
gracing bathrooms in pristine condos
the eagle dying to feed the vulture

Red manís heritage white manís logos
drives vintage Chevy to tribal meeting
faces facts as he faces history
our conscience just like our fashionís fleeting

But heís not a gambler playing close to the vest
heís just a victim lost in the true west
But heís not a gambler playing close to the vest
heís just a victim lost in the true western sunsets
mythic warriors silver towers
guard our cities of gold

Cactus stagger like drunken bandits
the wind that frisks you with icy fingers
blossom caught in the bite of winter
the image fades but the scent still lingers

Rider high on the manmade mountain
sees Chisum Trail under miles of concrete
waves his hat and jumps on his pony
fades to black in a single heartbeat

Cause heís not a gambler playing close to the vest
heís just a dream thatís lost in the true west

© 2008 Kona Lowell
 

Elephant Touch

Heís got an elephantís touch
heís got a leopardís embrace
heís got a razorblade smile
to peel the skin from your face

Heís got a winning season
he makes you tremble and quake
heís got the best damn reason
and itís all for your sake

And every little word is just a bullet from God
a perfect shot he hits you right in the knees

I feel the wind on the water
I see the storm moving closer

Heís got the voice of an actor
heís got the nerve of a thief
he wears the suit of a banker
he wields the power of belief

Heís got a tax-free pocket
he takes a limousine ride
heís got an iron doctrine
heís got nothing to hide

And every little word is just a bullet from God
a perfect shot he hits you right in the knees

I feel the wind on the water
I see the storm moving closer

Heís got a diamond ring fist
heís got a quarterback shake
and what youíre willing to give him
heís more than happy to take

Heís got a toll-free number
he takes your prayer line requests
he pays his TV budget
and the rest he invests

And every little word is just a bullet from God
a perfect shot he hits you right in the knees

I feel the wind on the water
I see the storm moving closer

© 2008 Kona Lowell

 

Before the Dawn

How many colors can you count in just one moment?
How many moments can you hold inside your hand?
How many reasons can you give for not believing?
How many souls have dragged their weight across this land?

Well I was there before the dawn
when you were only sleeping
and I was there before your gods
before they turned to stone
and I was there before the dawn
when time was not for keeping
and Iíll be here when you are gone
I lit the fire in your eyes.

How many songs have lent their voices to the evening?
How many fingers gently played upon the strings?
How many poets tried to capture every feeling
pouring it out to fill the emptiness it brings?

Well I was there before the dawn
when you were only dreaming
and I was there before your gods
before they turned to gold
and I was there when songs were new
and every note was gleaming
and Iíll be here when you are old
I lit the fire in your eyes.

Your eyes have seen the good and bad
your eyes have held the joy and all the sadness they can hold

Well I was there before the dawn
when you were only dreaming
and I was there before your gods
before they turned to gold
and I was there when songs were new
and every note was gleaming
and Iíll be here when you are old
I lit the fire in your eyes.

© 2008 Kona Lowell

 

Yellow Bird (Hawaiíi Nei)

I can feel the valley breathing like a mother
thunder rolls down from the hills
and cuts right through the distant
green like beryl flames that start in wonder
out of nothing forcing riverís rushing waters
lowlands overflowing

Yellow bird take me there
maile leaves in her hair
koa tree towers there
plumeria in the air

Smoke in lazy ribbons drifts across the morning
the herds kick up the dust again
and fade into the distant
mist like wondering thatís never answered
or considered forcing questions from the mother
who will ever save me?

The yellow bird takes me there
maile leaves in her hair
koa tree towers there
plumeria in the air

© 2008 Kona Lowell

 

Book

Thereís a book I read and itís always new
all the pages change and the words do too
and the story grows it belongs to you
cause the book I read
is the book of you

When you take me there and you always do
itís a fairytale where all my dreams come true
if you dream of me I will dream of you
in the book I read
in the book of you

And I just canít put it down, no, no
I just canít put it down
no, not once I start
I just canít put it down, no, no
cause it seems like Iím always in the middle
seems like Iím always in the middle
seems like Iím always in the middle
of the very best part

I donít need the Clifnotes just to figure you out
I donít need to read between the lines
if you were on the market girl I have no doubt
youíd be the number one best seller in the New York Times

Thereís a book I read and Iím never through
never read the ending hope I never do
always hold my interest every word rings true
in the book I read
in the book of you

I memorize some parts underline a few
when I lose my place I can always look at you
donít need a second opinion or a book review
cause the book I read
is the book of you

And I just canít put it down, no, no
I just canít put it down
no, not once I start
I just canít put it down, no, no
cause it seems like Iím always in the middle
seems like Iím always in the middle
seems like Iím always in the middle
of the very best part

In the book of you

© 2008 Kona Lowell

 

Heavenís Horses

Just an actor on a different page
Mona Lisa from a different age
like a child I feel Iím born again
when Iím thinking of you

I was always such a lonely man
had a vision never had a plan
donít know where itís going to take me to
think Iíll leave it to you

Heavenís horses pull a heavy load
they donít know why, they donít know where
it just has to be
Heavy hearts will heave a silver sigh
and I will pull for you, you pull for me

Like a harbor in a hurricane
like a shelter from the biting rain
safe and warm as in a feather bed
when Iím thinking of you

On a ship thatís lost in time and space
some tiny pieces of the human race
donít know where itís going to take us to
think Iíll leave it to you

Heavenís horses pull a heavy load
they donít know why, they donít know where
it just has to be

Heavy hearts will heave a silver sigh
and I will pull for you, you pull for me

Just an actor on a different page
a Mona Lisa from a different age
like a child I feel Iím born again
when Iím thinking of you

I was always such a lonely man
had a vision never had a plan
donít know where itís going to take me to
think Iíll leave it to you

© 2008 Kona Lowell

 

Gentle Fingers

Freer than the breeze loving you was easy
there was no need to change
or to rearrange our ways

Polishing the pain smoothing out the strain
your gentle fingers play
music in a way so strange

If I could be there by your side just for a while
I know my wounds would heal
itís more than what I want, itís more than what I feel
I know this time itís real

Dreaming of your touch missing you so much
how could we let it go
knowing what we know today

If I could be there by your side just for a while
I know my wounds would heal
itís more than what I want, itís more than what I feel
I know this time itís real

© 2008 Kona Lowell

 

Empire

What happened to the land we knew?
What happened to that sacred trust?
The shining city on the hill
her gold has turned to rust
every kingdom fails
every empire turns to dust

And fades away
like ghosts caught in the light
and fades away
like smoke before the wind
and fades away
like colors in the night
and fades away

What happened to that hopeful dream,
The one that crowded foreign docks?
They traded it for tainted gold
and doors with silver locks
every Caesar falls
every empire hits the rocks

And fades away
like ghosts caught in the light
and fades away
like smoke before the wind
and fades away
like colors in the night
and fades away

But now and then it seems there might just be a way to win
to change the course and stop the harm
and start over again
but then I realize weíve all gone numb
and grown too tired to listen
a revolution needs a soul
and thatís what this oneís missing

What happened to the land we knew?
What happened to that sacred trust?
The shining city on the hill
her gold has turned to rust
every kingdom fails
every empire turns to dust

And fades away

© 2008 Kona Lowell

 

Sailor

Like a ship out upon the sea
the wind blows you back to me
and like a sailor whoís lost his way
I pray for another day
to bring me home
show me tomorrow
Iíve wasted my precious time
all I could borrow

Today
this is no illusion Iím losing my way
thereís too much confusion Iím losing my way

And all of those diplomats
cold hearted bureaucrats
they wait for you in the dark
youíre such an easy mark
they bring you down
cloud your horizon
I sold all my precious time
to killers with ties on

Today
this is no illusion Iím losing my way
thereís too much confusion Iím losing my way

Like a ship out upon the sea
the wind blows you back to me

© 2008 Kona Lowell